Football Poets

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¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Whenever I log on it’s fine
To switch hats to FoggontheTyne
Instead of emitting a curse
I just let off steam with bad verse

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The cause of my trouble is clear
And I’m going to set it out here
A bad case of faith unrequited
Supporting Newcastle United

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And marra it’s been a hard road
Expectation’s a terrible load
But without aspirations to fire us
What do we have left to inspire us?

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Through almost one-half of our history
With one major Cup it’s a mystery
The scale of the silverware famine
Is just unbelievably damning

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The locust years of the late fifties
When seemingly nothing could lift us
We looked to the past to revive
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¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We struggled against heavy odds
A dreadful twilight of the Gods
The players who’d lifted the Cup
Were now moving on or washed up

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 But winding things back a few years
1950 we had no such fears
My mother she worked for the Club
In those days a big sporting hub

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 She shared a back office with Betty
Along with a terrible netty
And everyone’s hope was alive
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¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 But time it stands still for no man
And you can forget that great plan
We were down there in Division 2
Not much of a future in view

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 But whaddya know we came back
With Pop Robson and Supermac
The 60s and 70s were free
With a hint of success under Lee

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 The see-saw it dumped us back down
And folks went about with a frown
We had some bad times with McGarry
An era in which we won’t tarry

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 And going fast-forward substantially
We hit the skids big-time financially
The 80s look better I’m certain
When hidden behind a thick curtain

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 So landing up now in the 90s
There was cause for consumption of pinties
When after a few years of Keegan
It was fast to the Premiership we’re streakin’

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 92 we won 10 on the trot
And deservedly hit the top spot
A magnificent page in the story
Regaining some part of our glory

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Promoted now to milk and honey
It looked we were everyone’s bunny
But Kevin he hit self-destruct
And Ferguson knew we were crocked

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 We should have been Champions that season
Don’t ask me I don’t know the reason
For Newcastle’s sudden demise
They folded in front of our eyes

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 Late 90s we reached some Cup Finals
But flushed them straight down the urinals
We just took our foot off the pedal
And queued up for that loser’s medal

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 And so the great saga continues
With much exercise of the sinews
To bring good times back to the Toon
Let’s hope it’s not later but soon

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 So all of you lads and you lasses
I hope you will all raise your glasses
Across all the pubs of the region
Not forgetting the clubs and the Legion

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 And join me in wishing the best
To a great Club that’s standing the test
Looking forward to happier times
I dedicate these humble rhymes